Violet Witch

When she appeared, my gaze landed on her damp violet hair that stuck to her berry stained shoulders. She stood under a canopy of twisted branches in front of a small patch of alabaster daisies.

The witch in the woods. Everyone in town whispered about her. All along I thought she was just some fabricated story to keep children in their house. Our eyes locked, it was too late to run.

With a snap of her fingers, I found myself drifting in space tethered to strands of DNA. If only I knew it was this easy to restart my life.